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The Event - Carl
🕑 Added 2025-10-03 13:50:20 +0000 UTCA
late summer night, August 12 2026
Atop the roof of the apartment building, sitting amongst the rooftop community garden. Peaceful and serene at night, stretching high into the cloudy sky. A 20 story brick building, built during WW2 to house residents of family members that were sent off to war. A very sturdy building, with high ceilings, tiled flooring that stretched half way up the walls. Thick steam pipes following the corners of the ceilings, that ran to the basement steam boiler that ran even in summer. The pipes clink and clank, echoing in the halls.
In the evening at home, in his own apartment, there was too much noise to meditate. Ms Dowell, the noisy neighbor from down the hall, was always busy with callers throughout the day. With how things have been going he couldn’t blame her for alternative lifestyle money makings. The only thing he wished was they didn't spend so much time out in the hall; in the public places that someone could walk in on them… you know, doing THINGs. But that was the thrill wasn't it? The adrenaline rush. The release of endorphins, rising, and surging.
It was just too much fun for Carl, he wanted quiet, he wanted peace, he wanted out of this hole. Just an escape to the roof access, just next to his door on the top floor. Grabbing his phone and earbuds for his nightly escape of peace, listening to his personal growth coach Willie Robbins.
November 28, 2025
Carl had been applying for jobs. But no one called back. He must have applied to a few hundred jobs, even fast food and every single store at the mall; anything. The apartment was a mess, it hadn't been cleaned in months. Everything was becoming a struggle, even waking up in the mornings. Yesterday was rock bottom, he felt. Thanksgiving, people sitting around tables with family, friends, and loved ones. Telling stories, enjoying company and sharing a large meal; but, for Carl, he was alone at home. No one invited him anywhere, his family didn’t call or invite him anywhere. So there he sat, at home alone. So he laid down on the couch and fell asleep.
He dreamed of a bigger and better life, powerful. Big hands reaching up into the sky pulling everything he wanted, riches, a new car, lovers… he took anything he wanted, but then he woke up.
It was the very early hours of the next day, around 330am. He had slept more than 12 hours and completely bypassed the entire day. That's when reality caught back up in his head, he was sitting on his dingy couch, in his garbage strewn apartment. He had to leave, he had to get out and go for a walk and clear his head. What he didn't know was that what he was about to find what was going to change his life for the better.
So Carl got up, got dressed, threw on a heavy winter coat and some boots. Then out the apartment door he went, down the elevator avoiding the sick in the corner and trying not to retch from the foul smell.
Outside, it was a very cold clear night. It was so dark atop the big hill the building sat on. The town had removed the street lights from all the light pollution from the city. Carl started walking, the stars shining in the sky shimmering and the cold breath the only things leading his way.
He walked and walked for blocks, not really going anywhere or to any destination. He just randomly walked, backtracking a few blocks over, but necessarily going in a straight direction either. Down a back alley he walked, tripping over a snowmound also filled with gravel, he fell stumbling over a trashcan, smacking his head into a wall and he dropped to the floor. Laying on his back staring up at the night sky, alone, he broke down crying.
It felt like forever he’d been lying on the cold ground crying, at least to Carl. Long enough for the snow to melt under him and start to soak through his dirty pants he finally sat up. There in front of him, lay a CD, a face staring at him. Willie Robbins, one of those self help speakers. He helped people with personal growth, setting goals, all through positive reinforcement.
Back to the summer night
Sitting in one of those adirondack chairs, you know the ones that slant back and sit very low to the ground. He set his phone on the arm, put in his noise cancelling earbuds and hit play on the media player app closing his eyes. $34.99 that's how much the new audio Willie Robbins released, titled “Self Actualization and You: How to Grow Yourself Better.”
Willie Robbins:
“This is a journey, a journey to your better self, a bigger and stronger self. One that can take anything he wants if you want it enough. Do you want it enough? In this audio you will imagine in your mind's eye what you want, and you will grow it bigger and BIGGER! You must affirm this actualization by verbally acknowledging your wants, your needs.”
Carl's phone on silent and notifications turned off didn't see the notification popup from the weather app.
–URGENT–WARNING– Please take cover, confirmed damage from possibly the Perseid meteor shower dislodging high orbit meteorites causing them to strike earth. Damage is minimal but caution is warranted. Please seek shelter. NOW!” – END MESSAGE –
Oblivious to what's happening, Carl plants his feet and relaxes his body as he focuses on breathing and following the directions of the audio.
“Now, take deep breaths. Feel your chest expand. Imagine the oxygen entering your lungs and from there, your body and flood it with life.”
With Carl's eyes closed, he doesn't see wisps of cerulean light streaking through the cloud cover overhead. Trails of a faint smoke the only thing that would have left a trace, if the light wind atop the hill didn’t disperse the meteor smoke trails.
“Take some time now and focus on your breathing. Breath in the air deeply, filling you more and more.”
As minutes pass by, the streaks of cerulean light increase in numbers, but the light is dim enough that it only lights up the clouds like cloud lightning. Beautifully dancing only across the sky right above the building.
“Next in your head, I want you to imagine your better self. Bigger, larger, in charge of your own life, in charge of your own destiny. Focus on this image and use that oxygen in your body to grow it into the image in your mind. “
He imagines himself like a polleroid, a literal picture in his head. He's observing it like an out of body experience, a formless apparition able to manipulate the picture and rotate and move that body. Its wearing his clothing hes currently wearing. The body is even breathing, he watching it taking in deep breaths, breathing in deeper. He sees himself growing, like a size slider on a object that you just drag to the right and it enlarges.
Carls body stretched and grew in the chair, bulging and lengthening.. His feet straining in his shoes as his sneakers seams rip and pop. His jeans showing more and more leg and the cuffs rise up his legs as they grew longer. His torso lengthening as his body rises higher in the chair.
“Encourage your body to breathe deeper and take in more oxygen to create the body you deserve. You need this, you deserve this. So big and powerful, others bend to your will.”
He gulps in a huge lungful of air, like holding your breath underwater swimming and coming up for that big breath of air that your lungs have been burning for. The muscles filling out his body filling out his clothes in the picture. The neck of his shirt stretches as his neck thickens and fraying as the seams split. His short sleaves begin rolling up towards his shoulders as his biceps grow past bowling balls, the traps showing a separation between the muscle groups. His shirt ridding up, showing his stomach muscles showing abdominal muscles you could grate a face on.
On the rooftop, Carl moans from the growth, his skin stretching turning red like when you get a good pump going. His face wincing as his quads expand in his jeans, not from pain, but from his cock growing and lengthening down right pant leg. Pushing, straining against the material. His wince from his growing balls having no room to grow.
“Everything you touch grows. Everything you feel becomes more powerful. Can you feel it?”
The sky is filled like a hailstorm of tiny pebble meteors streaking through the sky above. So beautiful, the sky is filled with a cerulean electric energy so much that you can taste the electricity in the air; like licking a battery. Bitter.
His hand gropes his bulge as his cock spills forth from the jeans, thickening into a growing log, growing reeling out faster. The jeans button flew off over the side of the roof into the dark. A deep moan of release his balls spill forth the size of small mellons, ripping out of his tighty whitties. His voice dropping an octave as his junk lurched even bigger. Another hand grabs as his chest as his pecs surge from growth,hair growing in thick that sparsely existed before. The shirt finally lost the flight as his back muscles explode out of the chair in a lurch, ribbons of cloth all that’s left of his shirt, draping around his neck and arms. Patches of ripped cloth drop to the ground, spreading around the rooftop. His traps pushing his head forwards into his hairy pecs.
“Nothing else matters but your growth. Say it!”
Carls lips buried in his pecs, the chest hair growing thickening up over his lips, his voice muffled as he repeats the words, “Nothing else matters but growth.” The picture in his head bursts out of frame, like it was zoomed in. The polaroid picture suddenly changes size as it size is to small to show all of the growing Carl.
Carl's body building with hairy muscles simmering with beads of sweat, glinting a cerulean glow from the clouds above. CRASH, goes the chair as his growth picked up speed. His eyes still closed listening to the audio, enthralled by his growth. His hands gripping his cock as grows hard pulsing against his abs. His hands groping his balls, and stroking his cock. The more he touches them, the bigger they grow. The bigger his junk grows the bigger his hands and feet have to grow, after all you know the saying about big hands and big feet; and they are about to get A LOT BIGGER!
“Nothing else matters but growing.“
“Nothing else maters but g-gggrowwwing,” Carl rumbles. It was like watching a cartoon as his body surged on the roof over the gardens. More than fifteen feet tall while sitting. His cock pushed up though again his pecs, both hands unable to wrap around them. Balls pushing his muscled thighs apart. His feet the size of yard sticks, bumping in the raised garden beds, sending wood and soil spilling
His phone on the ground next to him half buried in soil vibrates with a new notification.
–DANGER – WARNING – “Meteor shower at peak, radiation levels detrimental! Seek immediate shelter!” – END MESSAGE –
Nothing else matters than becoming your best self. Nothing else matters than becoming your biggest self.
“NOTHING ELSE MATTERS THAN BEST! NOTHING ELSE MATTERS THAN BIGGEST!” Carls boomed with lust, drooling into his pecs as he licks the muscles. He pulls his cock into his chest as his ass pushing his body up higher, pre spurts from his cock slit as it throbs belching thick globs of like a sprinkler onto the flowers and crops. His body becoming as thick as it is tall as he fights against his own muscles flexing them. Trying to grope them, he bellows with pleasure as he breaths more oxygen. His face sharpening, squaring as his beard grows in. His skull widens, allowing his mouth to grow to breath in more oxygen. Allowing his chest to grow, his lungs to grow. All, allowing him to grow more, bigger, larger, HUGE! All he can picture is just growing now, nothing else.
Carl opens his eyes but theres nothing there now, hes just imagining more growth, more size… just growth!
“Now release yourself, explode out, break out …”
Hes been holding it in for so long, everything he touches, everything he gropes has been growing and now, now he can cum. One, last, surge before his feet dangling over the rooftop, balls surge as he trusts his cock into his pecs. The slit opens wide as his cock head looms over his own body, as a sea of cum showers like a waterfall from on high, his limbs and stretching over the sides lager than 50 feet tall.
**Robbins’ voice cuts off abruptly as a small marble sized meteor smashes into his phone. Carls eyes slowly open!**
The building has a blackout the same time its shook by an earthquake. Neighbours swear the quake almost had its own deep voice. One last emergency message being sent out before the night was over.
–DANGER – WARNING – “Earthquake Detected, Meteoric Radiation Levels Critical! Seek Shelter” – END MESSAGE –
